The spiral stairs creak under my feet in the old tower of Caisteal House. Cold granite chills my soles. My sister’s voice fades below. I’m alone up here, in the ghost room. Heart pounds from her bloody tale. Laird’s rage, emasculation, throats slit. Fuck, it stirs something dark.
Then, blockage ahead. Her ass, tight in jeans, curly wet hair dripping. Basket of logs heavy on her back. She struggles, three steps at a time. I offer help. ‘Miss?’ She turns, smiles wild. ‘No, Mister Little Jeff.’ That nickname burns. But her eyes… fierce, hungry.
The Awakening Temptation
I grab the basket. Heavy as hell. Muscles strain. Pride kicks in. Follow her swaying hips to the room. She kneels by the fireplace. Drops coat. Wool sweater hugs curves. Builds fire backward – big logs first. Lights straw twists. Flames crackle. Heat builds slow, like my cock twitching.
‘Room service. What else?’ Her accent rough, southern French twist. Brooke. Rusty name, fits her raw vibe. Offer whisky. Auchentoshan. We sip neat. Burns throat. Talk ghosts. She laughs at my crotch fear. ‘I protect your little Jeff.’ Pulse races. Forbidden. Sister downstairs. But this isolation… transgression calls.
Chess board tempts. She strips sweater. Flash of pale belly. We play. Her fingers trace lazy eights. Arm alabaster smooth. I stare, hypnotized. She toys earlobe, throat, cleavage edge. Licks lips plump. Fingers stroke captured bishop like a cock. Up, down. Gland tease. My dick hardens. Concentration shatters.
She mats me. Rage explodes. I flip the board. Pieces fly. She bends to pick up. Perfect ass. Hand lands on it. Firm, warm. She snaps, ‘Stop, crazy!’ But eyes shift. Smiles. ‘Why take what I give freely?’
Surrender to Raw Ecstasy
Decision hits. No turning back. She pushes my chest. I fall on bed. She straddles. Dominates tiny on my giant frame. Unbuttons shirt slow. Lips on nipples. Bites sharp. I flip her. Rip clothes. Small tits perky. Jeans yanked. Pussy shaved, wet already.
Her hands grip my shaft. Strokes firm. ‘Big Jeff.’ Mounts me. Slides down. Tight, hot grip. I thrust up. She gasps. Ride wild. Walls echo moans. Sweat slicks skin. Tension builds fast. I cum hard inside her. Premature, but she grins.
No rest. She flips me. Sucks cock back to life. Tongue swirls head. Balls cupped. Mounts reverse. Ass bounces. I slap cheeks red. Fingers her clit. She screams, cums gushing. Switch positions. Legs over shoulders. Pound deep. G-spot hits. Another orgasm rips her. I fill her again. Exhausted collapse. Night blurs in fucks.
Morning light pierces. Bed cold, empty. Room tidy. Chess reset. Downstairs, eggs sizzling. Sister smiles. ‘Sleep well? Ghosts bother you?’ ‘Nope.’ Breakfast chat. Then, ‘Brooke off today?’ Her eyes widen. ‘Who? No staff here. Can’t afford it.’
Ghost. Fucked a specter. Sister clueless. Cum stains memory. Thrill surges – ultimate secret. Transgression pure. No one knows. My cock twitches again. Obsession sealed in this haunted tower. I’ll crave that forbidden chill forever.